Moderately cloudy

Arriving late today at my new favorite haunt - about three other laptops in play around me, which makes unsurprising sense, because of the free WiFi. But so far, my theory about a productive workspace is panning out - yesterday's word count was a phenomenal something-over-5,000, no doubt due for rewrites and re-edits as per my usual, but still. Just removing myself from an environment of cushy chairs and distracting books and DVDs and bleeping peeping video games and Toys with his hair sticking up seems to have done a lot of the trick. The muse hasn't been so much hiding, apparently, as... lazy. But I can report that my earlier assessment that there would only be one more chapter of "Does It Have to Mean Something?" was laughably optimistic. I suffer from elephantitis of the conversation.

Other fic-related insights hopefully to come soon from me, as I've been obsessively reading stultiloquentia's Fic Rec List of Bangel for Bangelphobes and other stories on her rec list. I feel like I'm getting very close to understanding something major about 'ships, but I'll have to let those thoughts percolate for a bit. TBC, eventually.

( Unrelated Disturbing Media Parallel I Noticed Over Xmas - BtVS-related )